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Welcome to Summoner's Rift!

The sound of the voice boomed across the otherwise sleepy locale. Immediately following the announcement came ten selected champions porting onto their team's respective fountains, indicating that a vicious, bloody battle is set to take place momentarily. Normally this made for quite the spectacle as well as an event most participants looked forward to engaging in, but not all were enthused. Some simply weren't interested in the bloodshed and carnage, while others were but had legitimate reasons to not want to partake in whatever match they found themselves in.

"So, can someone please explain to me who thought we made for a good team comp?" Ziggs asked with a heavy, resigned sigh as the five yordles waited to make their way off the fountain platform and to their assigned lanes. He had a look at his team - Teemo in the top lane, Kled in the jungle, Rumble in the middle, and then he and Veigar stuck in the bottom lane. "I just feel like we have an unbalanced mix of damage with the people we have, plus Kled's not exactly the greatest jungler we could've gotten."

"I don't wanna hear anyone complaining about team comps after what I've been through." Rumble grunted, shaking his head at memories he desperately wanted to forget. "Last game I played, we had Vayne in the jungle. I beasted as best I could, but we got absolutely slaughtered." He placed a gloved hand on the shoulder of his drakalops-mounted jungler and smiled. "I have full faith that having Kled in that position will lead us to victory."

Kled looked at his teammate with an uncharacteristically perturbed expression on his face. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I ain't never done this before."

Rumble's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he rescinded his hand as fast as lightning. "You're first-timing now?" His gaze dropped to the floor of the cockpit of his mech. "Holy shit, we're screwed."

The five of them began to make their way to their regular starting positions, with Teemo departing from the other four so that he could make it to his lane on time. Rumble wore a look of steely determination as he made his way out of base with his team, only deviating at the last second to head to the middle of his lane instead of standing in the nearby bush to scout for an invade the enemy team might try. This wasn't lost on Ziggs.

"Hey bud," Ziggs stopped in his tracks when he saw Rumble split from the group, "you gonna help us or what?" He called after the blue-furred yordle.

Rumble came to a halt, then steered his mech around to face the other yordle. "No offense, dude, but with a team like ours, I need to do whatever I can to eke out an advantage. You understand, right?" He reversed the direction of his mech in an instant, not even giving Ziggs a chance to answer.

If his eyes could've rolled any harder, Ziggs swore they'd have fallen right out of their sockets. "Right," he muttered under an annoyed sigh, "no, I totally get it." He shook his head as he made his way to the den of the Blue Sentinel, where his jungler and bot lane partner were located.

"Where's Rumble?" Veigar inquired.

"Oh, his game plan is to stay in lane to try and gain an 'advantage'." Ziggs emphasized his disapproval by using his fingers to make air-quotes. "He does this a lot. He'll push every wave into the enemy's tower without thinking of managing it at all. He says it's to 'build tempo' and 'get priority' but I don't even think he knows what that means." He crossed his arms, his words oozing with sarcasm. "He'll be the first to go down, guaranteed."

"Do ya guys think Teemo'll be guarding my top side camps?" Kled asked the two other yordles. "I kinda need ta take those out if I wanna be relevant later on."

"Why don't you tell him yourself?" Ziggs pointed to the small earpiece he was wearing, something everyone in every match was outfitted with for long distance communication with their team.

"Ah," Kled complained as he fumbled around with the small device, "I could never figure this shit out." He fussed and moaned until he finally found a button to press. "Teemo, I'm gonna need ya to watch my camps. I ain't looking to get invaded here."

"Can they really be considered your camps if you're not around to take them?" A deep growl emanated form the earpiece, the yordles able to make out the owner's cocksure attitude.

"Get off the line, ya overgrown throw rug!" Kled barked back at the voice. "That information ain't for you!"

"Why would you go and tell the enemy team your plan?" Teemo's voice came on right after, marked by nervousness. "I don't think I can take on Rengar right now." Kled never responded, opting only to grumble frustratedly and stew over his novice mistake.

Ziggs took a deep breath and tried to defuse the situation. "Okay, let's just get you started."

***

Rumble fiddled with the controls to his mech while he had the opportunity to do so. His opponent hadn't shown their face yet, so he knew he had a few moments longer to psyche himself up. He waited with bated breath to see who he'd be laning against.

Rumble wouldn't have to wait any longer as an enormous, crocodilian God-Warrior of Shurima jumped out of the bush beside him and startled him. The reptile laughed at his reaction and lashed his tongue at the yordle. "You shouldn't be here." Renekton taunted.

"Neither should you, nerd." Rumble shot back.

Renekton gnashed his teeth at the retort. "I'll rend you to pieces like I will, in time, to Nasus." He pointed his Crescent Axe in the direction of the yordle and sneered.

This gave Rumble pause. "Can't you do that now? I mean, he's literally up the river right at this very moment." He didn't understand what the crocodile's hold up was as his quarry wasn't far from his current location.

Renekton pursed his lips and forcefully exhaled through his nostrils. "Well, I can't exactly do that when he's fighting with me. It would make it incredibly awkward to ask for his help in the future." He elucidated for his opponent. Then, in an instant, his slit pupils tightened, and he lunged forth at the mech-mounted yordle, cleaver at the ready. "But I can certainly take you down instead!"

Rumble barely got a scream out before he saw the axe advance on him.

First Blood!

Top lane was uneventful as always.

Teemo discovered that his adversary was Nasus, someone he honestly enjoyed laning against, and not just because he could easily get the upper hand on the gigantic, jackal God-Warrior. They both deeply respected one another's experience and prowess as they've both fought against and with each other many a time before. The two of them exchanged pleasantries before getting right into it.

Barely any time had passed before Nasus noticed something amiss. Usually by this point the diminutive yordle would have had him whimpering in the alcove due to the sheer amount of damage he was able to pump out early on. He couldn't place why this time was any different, until he noticed a wispy, green flurry of particulate matter fly from him back to Teemo. "Perhaps this might be disrespectful, but may I ask why you chose that particular mastery loadout?" The Curator asked with genuine interest. "It doesn't seem appropriately advantageous to you in this specific scenario."

The question confused Teemo. "What do you mean?" He continued with his rather pitiful blowgun attacks until he, too, noticed the translucent, verdant cloud return to him. "Wait, I have Grasp?" The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, so much so that he stopped his attacks altogether. "Oh my god, I don't have the right runes..." He wore anguish all over his body, from his stomach which dropped from the shock to the pained grimace on his face. "I can still make this work, right?" He tried to attack Nasus again, but the healed all the damage he took by attacking minions, coming out no worse for wear than he did moments ago. "This is gonna be a long laning phase..."

***

Bot lane, by comparison, was far more explosive, though that was due to one person specifically. Upon finding out the two yordles were up against the duo of Twitch and Alistar, Ziggs made it his mission to keep them pushed out of lane as best as he could. He used his bombs as soon as he was able to scrounge them up, much to the annoyance of his lane opponents.

"You do realize that you're just going to burn through all your mana by doing that, right?" Alistar scoffed, folding his arms across his muscular chest.

"Why should I care?" Ziggs blew the minotaur a raspberry. "My job's to stop you guys from doing your job properly." He giggled as he lobbed another explosive their way.

"Wait, _you're_the support?" Twitch cried out in disbelief. The rat ducked out of the way so that the blast radius wouldn't affect him.

"Correct! I'm here to be irritating and make sure Veigar gets his stacks." Ziggs stated matter-of-factly.

"Well you got that first part down pat." The sewer rat sighed before turning to the other yordle in the lane. "So what about you?"

Veigar was busy throwing one of his spells toward two low health minions when Twitch spoke. He looked up and blushed when he realized that he was the one being spoken to. "Um, I'm just here to do my job. That's all."

"Respectable," Alistar nodded before launching himself at the two yordles, "but foolish!"

Veigar panicked and fumbled his staff, but was able to summon his infamous ringed cage, trapping the bull. He took a second to straighten himself out before addressing the minotaur. "It appears that I'm not the only foolish one here."

"Ooh, me next!" Ziggs jumped for joy, crumbs from a biscuit he just wolfed down dotting the area around his mouth. He laughed before throwing out his satchel charge beside the cow.

"Oh no..." Alistar groaned as the timed explosive detonated, sending him into the side of the cage, stunning him momentarily. He realized that he'd gotten himself into a sticky situation and needed to flash out. He made it back to his lane partner, weary and panting from the ordeal. "Alright, lesson learned. I'll get him next time."

Twitch was flabbergasted at the whole display, barely able to put together the words he'd use to chastise his support. "But you knew he'd do that!" He cupped his face with a hand, wishing he were anywhere but there at the moment. He looked up in time to see another bomb heading his way, shrieking as he dove out of its path.

***

The blue portal Teemo used to recall back to base finally dissipated, allowing him to move around again. He was busy exchanging the money he had accrued so far for various wares before hearing the telltale sound of someone respawning behind him.

"Lucky son of a..." Rumble angrily muttered under his breath. His mood lightened some when he noticed he wasn't alone "Oh man, you lost a fight too?"

Teemo looked at him quizzically. "What? No, I backed on my own." He snickered at the blue-furred yordle's predicament, not missing an opportunity to give him a little ribbing. "You realize that you can come back to the fountain without dying, right?"

The comment was meant in jest, but it filled Rumble with righteous indignation. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just never had the chance." He griped before heading back to his lane.

"Try using your scrap shield next time. It might help you." Teemo called after the other yordle, chuckling to himself. Rumble didn't bother verbally responding, instead opting to flip Teemo off instead. This got the cream-furred yordle really laughing as he teleported back to lane.

***

"Damn it all!" Kled yelled to no one in particular as he got the broadcast that the first dragon had been slain. He was ready to punch the wall closest to him in rage, but he stopped himself when he remembered the damage he did to his hand the last time he tried. "Stupid fucking cat... haven't seen him at all, but he's taking all my stuff! First my chickens, now the damn dragon!"

"Better luck next time." The familiar, taunting growl purred through the yordle's earpiece.

"You shut the hell up!" Kled roared back at Rengar. "I ain't taking no shit from you!" Skaarl offers up an unintelligible growl, useless to most people, but Kled seems to understand the gurgling coming from his mount. "Yeah, I know. I really oughta get something ta help me farm a little faster, but I need the money for that first for some reason."

Skaarl gnarled again, with Kled nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I don't get it either." Kled looked around to see if any of his camps were ready to respawn, but none of them were. "I hate this place."

***

The bot lane yordles, after successfully forcing their opponents out of lane, had recalled together in an attempt to not have their presence in the lane staggered. They both made their purchases and headed back to lane together.

One of the things Ziggs bought caught Veigar's eye, however. He saw the tan-furred yordle hastily shoving what looked like a mirror into his jacket pocket, almost like the ones their kind made. "Hold on, what item are you looking to create?"

"Imperial Mandate." Ziggs beamed at his partner.

Veigar was caught genuinely speechless at the response but did feel a tad impressed by the thought behind the acquisition. "You're really committed to this whole 'support' thing, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah!" Ziggs jumped on top of the other yordle, nearly knocking him over. "I'm gonna make sure you get nice and fed so we can blast the fuck out of the enemy team!" He put his arms around his bot laner, trying to give him a hug but it ended up as more of a headlock.

Veigar nervously chuckled as he wriggled his way out of the other yordle's grasp. "You make me slightly uncomfortable." He wasn't sure if he should've admitted that.

Ziggs just laughed it off. "I can work with 'slightly'." Just then, the announcement came that an ally was slain again, causing him to let out a disappointed sigh. "Rumble, buddy, come on."

***

"Are you not at all bothered by the continuous miscalculated aggression of your teammate?" Nasus grunted between swings of his mighty War Staff, timing the hits so that he was the one that took out his opposing minions.

"I mean, what do you expect me to do?" Teemo shot at the last minion in the wave, scoring the final blow. "He fights in such a way that even if I do go to help him, there's not a guarantee that anything will come of it."

"Well, I find it most fortuitous." Nasus gave off a wry grin. "Normally my brother would be crying at the top of his lungs for my help, but with his recent self-sufficiency I can instead focus all my efforts on my own endeavours."

"Well aren't you lucky." Teemo snarked, hoping that the rest of his team was faring better.

***

"Ugh," Rumble rubbed his head when he respawned on the fountain platform, "man, I was even under tower that time." It was then that he noticed that a new teammate was purchasing items. "I hope you're having better luck than I am."

"Not really." Kled scoffed. "Rengar keeps on taking all my stuff, leaving me with the scraps." He sighed, pocketing his newly acquired Tiamat. "Shopkeep says this here axe'll help me farm better."

Rumble pursed his lips, his expression remaining deadpan. "Ah, you're farming. That's why I'm not getting any help."

Kled looked at the blue-furred yordle and laughed. "I ain't about ta fuck with that goddamn gator! Unlike you, I ain't about ta mess with anyone who outlevels me." He reared his mount so that he could take off quickly. "Besides, ya don't help losing lanes." That got Skaarl snickering. Suddenly, the broadcast rang out that the second dragon had been slain. "God fucking damnit!"

***

Rumble made the long trek back to lane, cursing the fact that he didn't think being able to Teleport would've served him well. Despite having now died twice, he still felt optimistic about his matchup. He made sure to pickup an armguard for him protection, something that would nullify a bit of his opponent's power.

"Ha!" Renekton laughed, pointing his axe at the yordle's arm when he finally got back to lane. "That puny bracer won't save you from my wrath! I'll rip it off with my teeth." He laughed evilly, showing off those menacing chompers of his.

Rumble didn't react with fear like the crocodilian anticipated, instead gritting his teeth and charging forth. He flicked a switch on the mech's dashboard, spitting out flames from one arm of his combat robot. He fully intended to roast the croc, but Renekton was more resilient than that. Rumble then shot out a set of harpoons from the other arm, to which the reptile deftly sliced and diced his way around, coming out unscathed. This took the yordle by surprise, especially when his opponent ended up right in front of him.

"Hahaha!" Renekton jeered at Rumble. "You're less imposing than you think you are."

"Oh yeah?" Rumble shot back, pulling all sorts of levers in an attempt to push his opponent back. His mech was now firing on all cylinders, giving the crocodile everything he had to give. The only problem came when his mech's systems overheated, a side effect of using too many of his abilities at once. His swearing mixed with the onboard speaker's constant barrage of 'Warning!', making him easily the noisiest thing around for the time being.

Renekton saw his opening and attacked when his opponent was most vulnerable, knocking the robot, and it's pilot, to the ground. "I expected more of a challenge from you."

"Hey, wait," Rumble hastily scrambled to his feet, "you can't do that!" This was the first time in a long time that he felt any kind of apprehension.

"I do whatever I can to win." Renekton brought his mighty cleaver down on the yordle.

Enemy Killing Spree!

The global announcement snapped Veigar out of his farming trance. "Wait, again? That's three times now! Who is it this time?" His concentration broken, Veigar missed his shot on a cannon minion. He mentally cussed himself out for his flub.

Ziggs gave a weary sigh. "Rumble, again..." He threw out a minefield of his hexplosives in an attempt to give his partner a bit more room to work with. "I wish someone could tell that cocky dumbass to cool it and just farm up for a bit." Just then, a cask exploded near him, soaking him and his clothing with deadly venom. "Come on, do you know how hard it is to get this dry-cleaned?" He angrily shouted at his rodent opponent.

"I wasn't even aiming for you." Twitch called back, getting a bomb chucked at his torso in retaliation. He squeaked as he nimbly dodged the miniscule, cerulean comet that followed the explosive.

"I mean, can't you tell him?" Veigar suggested.

Ziggs could only laugh at the black-furred yordle's proposition. "Dying three times has likely tilted him off the face of the planet. Anything I tell him now will likely just get ignored."

Veigar frowned. "Well, he's hemorrhaging pressure that we need in order to win."

Ziggs slung his arm around his lane partner's shoulder. "Listen," he started, "we just need to focus on our own stuff, and we'll win no problem. It'll do him some good to learn how to get carried anyway." He snickered, knowing full well how much Rumble hated the thought - the blue-furred yordle always had to be the one leading his team to victory. All of a sudden, Ziggs felt a crossbow bolt penetrate the fabric of his pant leg, stopping scant millimetres away from piercing his flesh. He furiously turned his attention to the owner of the projectile, who cackled when he startled the tan-furred yordle. "Hey, who said you're allowed to have fun?!"

Twitch barely had time to react before the volatile fury of Ziggs' Mega Inferno Bomb was upon him.

***

"Alright, I ain't out just yet. I'm pulling myself back in." Kled mumbled to himself, growing more confident in himself over the fact that his farming was steadily improving. He had to hand it to the shopkeeper.

Kled took Skaarl around a curved wall into the bottom portion of the river. The two of them proceeded to viciously mutilate an innocent scuttle crab that just happened to be in the area before turning their sights on their main objective - the dragon.

The giant drake slumbered peacefully in its den, acutely unaware that two others had done so not too long ago. Kled brought Skaarl in closer to have a look at it, only for him to run through a myriad of emotions when he did. The draconic being was monstrous, a leviathan of pure feral musculature and reptilian power. With the way its body pulsed and flexed with strength with every breath it took, Kled assumed it would've had to have adopted a fairly wide-legged stance in order to stay mobile. A careful eye told him that this wasn't the Elder Dragon, but it was equally, if not more, monumental. Just the sight alone left him feeling a number of different things - a little bit intimidated, confused, and perhaps strangest of all, disgust. "That is the ugliest fucking thing I think I ever did see in my entire life."

That was all it took to rouse the dragon from its sleep. The beast stood up on all fours and roared, scaring Skaarl so much that Kled fell to the ground in an instant as his mount ran for the hills.

"Skaarl?" Kled coughed as he picked himself up and dusted his battle attire off. "SKAARL!" He shouted back in the direction they initially came from. "Get back here, ya yellow lizard. Get back here and fight!" He grumbled and cursed under his breath before turning back to the reptilian monster. "Alright, ugly, it's just you and me then!"

The dragon's holler thundered throughout the jungle, far louder than any dragon before it. Kled wasn't about to let that bother him, however, as the piss and vinegar that coursed through his veins prevented him from backing down from a fight. "You ain't shit! I'll show ya!" The yordle blustered as he jumped at the reptile. He grabbed hold of its meaty shoulder and started swinging, not caring where his axe landed. He wasn't sure if his gashes were doing anything to the beast, but he still hacked away at its leathery exterior.

The beast lashed out at the yordle's assault, thrashing its body around in an attempt to rid itself of the pest. It swung its thick, muscular neck at the white-furred yordle, ready to use its tremendously strong jaws to finish him once and for all. Kled saw the telegraphed attack and blasted away at the head with his, Pocket Pistol, simultaneously sending him flying onto his ass and snuffing the life out of the dragon. The great, draconic creature collapsed to the ground in a crumpled heap before slowly disappearing altogether.

"Yes, ha ha. YES!" Kled jumped to his feet and cheered. "I fucking did it! I'm the greatest- oh, what the hell?" A sudden warmth enveloped him as he looked over his body. "Oh, right, we're supposed to get some sort of 'buff' or whatever the fuck they call it." As if waiting for him acknowledgement, the warmth increased and spread throughout every part of him. It was a strange feeling to be sure, but not an unwelcome one, as all the aches and soreness Kled felt after his battle seemed to vanish. What he also noticed was that his body seemed to be getting bigger all over - from his musculature to his height, he seemed to be twice, if not thrice, the yordle he was moments ago.

Kled was a little shocked by his sudden changes, but still took the time to investigate the alterations he'd received. "Well, when they told me these things gave out 'buffs', I ain't never thought they was being literal." He chuckled as he ran his hands over his new, firm muscles. "Damn, I bet I could fight better like this! Yeah, this is gonna be great!"

"Ah, so that's where you ran off to." Rengar cackled into Kled's ear. "Don't think you can escape from me!"

It was at that point when Kled felt like he was being watched, followed by a threatening growl coming from the bush nearby. "Aw shit."

***

Fighting in top lane felt like time was as a stand still. Every attack by one party always ended in the other one recuperating their health in some fashion. It was a gridlock. It was an impasse. It was a wet noodle fight. It was a stalemate in nearly every sense of the worse, but at least it was an amicable one.

Teemo wasn't having any fun, however, and he'd be the first to admit it. Normally he wouldn't mind the peace he was getting in the top lane, but almost literally nothing was happening. That was until the changes started rolling in. He stopped what he was doing while his body grew in size. As soon as it started, it was over, and the stunned yordle had no idea what just happened to him.

Nasus saw the entire thing and narrowed his eyes at the yordle. "How did you do that?"

Teemo stammered, trying to come up with any explanation he could. "I-I don't know... That's not something I'm capable of doing."

"Hmm," Nasus scratched his chin, trying to see if he could come up with the answer, "perhaps it's an item effect?"

"Okay, let me see here." Teemo rifled through his pack, searching for something that could cause his sudden growth spurt, but unfortunately came up empty handed. "Nope, nothing I have explains it." That's when he recalled the broadcast that just played. "Wait, maybe it was the dragon!"

Nasus briefly contemplated the suggestion. "Fascinating." He drawled. "Perhaps I should relay this information to my teammates so that they may be able to secure the next available dragon."

Teemo cocked a brow when he looked at the jackal warrior, a questioning look upon his face. "What's stopping you from going down and snagging it yourself?"

"Alas, my team possesses a tendency to fight during the time when my Teleport spell is unavailable, and I simply cannot permit you to exert your pressure up here." Nasus wistfully explained, almost a little overdramatically. "It is much too important to ensure that you do not create too much of an advantage over me."

Teemo shrugged his newly enlarged shoulders. "Well, I wouldn't worry about that too much. My team's gonna win soon anyway."

Nasus recoiled slightly, as if offended. "How do you possess such certainty? With the longer time drags on, I become more powerful. Who among you scales better than I?"

"Veigar." Teemo parried, completely deadpan.

The answer gave Nasus some pause, taking a brief moment to mull it over. "Hmm, that is an exceptional point." He nodded, satisfied with the response. The two of them went back to what they were doing before as if nothing had just happened. It would've stayed that way too, had Nasus not noticed something else. "I do not wish to interrupt, but I have just had a curious observation. You appear to be gaining size periodically and I do not believe I can ascertain the origin of your growth."

Teemo looked down at himself, not really noticing what his opponent did. "That's not something I can do. I think you're seeing things." He went back to harassing the Shuriman fighter.

Nasus persisted. "I am positive that my eyesight is correct as it occurred once more."

Teemo once more looked down at himself, but this time examined more closely. While he couldn't tell from his top half because he didn't normally wear a shirt, he could see his pants contouring around his legs more than they did when he first expanded. "Woah, I think you're right." The only question that remained was 'how?' He thought about the possible cause until he remembered his blunder form earlier. "Hey, my Grasp stacks must be doing this!" He might have his fun after all.

***

All the bot laners were caught in a tense brawl, with neither side really having the upper hand. Alistar had successfully isolated Veigar away from his support, but Ziggs was overzealously throwing long-range harassment the way of the minotaur's partner. Twitch cackled maniacally as he shot blast after blast of his more powerful crossbow bolts but lamented when some were dodged. Veigar, meanwhile, held his own against the fearsome cow, but only for so long as he felt himself run out of steam. Thinking quickly. He grabbed Ziggs by the arms and pulled him into the alcove with him, out of sight of their lane opponents.

"Hey, Veig," Ziggs whined as he was shoved against the stone wall, "what gives? We had them on the ropes."

"I can't stay here much longer." Veigar explained between panting breaths. "I have to make it back to base soon or I'm a goner."

It was at that precise moment when the buff hit the two of them, both of them backing into a wall but still facing each other. They both grew in tandem with one another, both mesmerized by the growth spurt the other was experiencing. When all was said and done, they each did a once over of themselves and their partner.

Veigar was in awe at his now fuller arms. "Had I not seen it myself..."

"...I wouldn't have believed it." Ziggs finished, feeling up his developed pectorals, but grunted as he fidgeted in his clothes. "Ugh, I should've worn something else today. You seem to have the right idea." His gaze then whipped to the black-furred yordle. "Hey, don't we have a job to do?"

"Oh crap!" Veigar stumbled away from the wall, not used to the new height and weight. The two of them made their way out of the alcove and nearly walked right into their opponents, who were about to go in and confront them.

The other two felt as though their eyes were playing tricks on them, as neither of them could possibly conceive a scenario where this made sense. They both wanted to say something, but Twitch was the faster of the two. "What the hell is this shit? Did you drink some of Alistar's milk or something?"

Alistar switched his gaze from the yordles to the rodent beside him, glowering as he did. "You can't milk those." He spoke intensely and deliberately.

"I don't know what to tell you." Ziggs rubbed his thicker neck. "We were normal one minute, and the next were like this. I couldn't tell you what the trigger could-"

"The dragon." Veigar nodded affirmatively. "If it were only one of us who grew, then I'd still be racking my brain. But since it was the both of us, then I have no doubt in my mind."

"You're sure of this?" Twitch asked, not fully believing the explanation.

"Absolutely." Veigar concurred. "None of this happened until the announcement took place."

"So then we gotta take the next one for ourselves if we wanna stay competitive." Alistar posited out loud.

"Oh no you don't!" Ziggs brandished several of his bombs at once.

Veigar flicked his staff slightly, causing his ringed cage to appear once more. "You're not going anywhere, I'm afraid." A devious grin stretched across his face.

Twitch just glared at his support, feeling nothing but contempt. "You just had to open your fat fucking mouth, didn't you?"

***

Several minutes had passed since the dragon was slain, but it felt like forever to Renekton. No longer did he clearly have the upper hand against his smaller opponent, but his opponent was less small too! He wasn't sure what tricks he was dealing with, but he knew that with perseverance he could overcome whatever the little furball threw his way.

"You're too late to try making a comeback now." Renekton goaded his adversary. "You may as well give up."

Rumble smirked, he knew the crocodilian warrior was losing his grip on the lane and was just trying to save face. "Nice try, ya walking handbag. I'm not going anywhere!" Rumble had mentally regrouped since his three 'limit tests' and was faring much better than expected. Not only did he have better control over his mech, even better managing the overheated status he often found himself in, but getting bigger also meant that he was sturdier and harder to take down. He wagered that one more of those dragons might give him the edge he needed to take over the lane.

Renekton knew that he had to go all in soon or else he'd lose the chance to come out on top and bury the yordle. He carefully planned out his route of attack, considering the state of their minion waves as well as how healthy the two of them were. He was just about to put his strategy in motion, until he heard the telltale broadcast of the dragon having been slain by the yordle's team.

Rumble violently lurched over his controls, his body tensing as it grew rapidly. His height surged once more, now making him twice as tall as he was at the beginning of the match. His muscles also ballooned out further, straining the fabric of his clothes until fur started poking through the seams due to the sheer amount of bulk they had to contain. When the growth spurt finished, he looked over himself, a lustful smirk on his face. He thought that his size made him appear comparable to some of the other fighters he'd faced in the past, only he was still a fraction of their height. Now that he thought about it, proportionally, he might actually be bigger. He cupped the sizable bulge stuffed into his poor, overstretched pants, imagining all the things he could do later when he was alone.

Renekton knew his time was up, but he wasn't about to let the yordle think this was over. "You may think that you're on even ground with me, but you're sorely mistaken!" He roared into the sky, suddenly gaining size of his own. Renekton possessed the ability to grow at will every so often, but unlike his opponent, his growth was only temporary. Still, he was overly confident that he had a shot at winning this fight. He spun through the air at the blue-furred yordle, tongue flailing wildly through the air as he charged. He had his cleaver at the ready, waiting for the perfect opportunity to knock his foe down.

"Then allow me to level the playing field." Rumble rebutted, flicking a switch, and bringing down a barrage of rockets on top of the crocodile. He followed that up with some more harpoons thrown at the reptile as well as the flamethrower in an attempt to burn his scaly hide.

"Gah!" Renekton screamed in pain from the junkyard onslaught brought upon him. It was at that moment when he started to shrink back down to his regular size, something he desperately didn't want to happen now. On the brink of death, Renekton scampered off in the direction of his turret, hoping that it might give him some respite to lick his wounds and recover.

"Hey!" Rumble shouted at the lizard. He shot off another set of harpoons but wasn't able to catch his opponent. The gap between the two was widening and Rumble knew that his mech wasn't fast enough to catch up, so he then made the decision to ditch his mech entirely and make up the ground on foot. He actually managed to contact Renekton, grabbing him by the tail and stopping dead in his tracks, pulling the croc to the ground. "Not so tough now, are ya?"

By now, Renekton was panicking. "H-Hey, wait, you aren't supposed to be on the ground by yourself!" He attempted to squirm his tail out of the yordle's grasp, but the grip was much too firm.

"Well that's funny," Rumble looked down at the crocodilian's face with antipathy, "you didn't seem to have an issue with that before when you killed me!" He was about to continue chastising his foe when he noticed that the mid lane turret was shooting at him, though thankfully for him it was just a minor nuisance. "That's getting annoying." Rumble turned around and slung the croc's tail over his shoulder, pulling Renekton away from his turret.

Renekton dug his claws into the ground, leaving multiple, tiny trenches in the dirt below him. "Now hold on," he gulped, "we can still talk about this! I'll give you anything you want, anything!"

Rumble stopped when he heard the plea, his face lighting up as an idea formed in his head. He quickly dropped the heavy tail and raced around to the crocodile warrior's head. "Anything?"

Renekton let his gaze fall to the floor, regretting his choice of words. "Anything..."

"In that case..." Rumble traced the strong jaw of the crocodilian, eventually lifting it up to force the reptile into making eye contact with him. "Well, as Kled would say," he couldn't hold back a cocksure chuckle, "'You got a purdy mouth, boy'."

Renekton was honestly taken aback. "He... he actually says that?"

Rumble pursed his lips, he knew just how uncomfortable the saying was. "Um, yeah, he... he's told me that once or twice." He then quickly looked around to see if the two of them were alone, crouching down to the croc's ear when he figured they were alone. "Okay, between you and me, the guy kinda creeps me out a bit. You can never tell what his motives are, so you always have to stay on your toes."

Renekton sighed defeatedly, he had fully resigned to his fate. "So what is it you want with me?"

Rumble was about to express his desires until he caught a glimpse of himself. "Oh, hold on." He bent over, grunting as he flexed every muscle on his body. The seams that were already struggling to stay connected completely gave way when more pressure was applied, shredding the fabric asunder. He snickered when he was finished, now completely in the nude. He then flopped his hardening cock on the snout of his opponent. "I think you have an idea of what I want."

Renekton's cheeks went beet red when he realized the position he found himself in. "Very well." He didn't try to fight it, merely accepting the yordle's dick into his mouth as if he'd done this thing many times before. In fact, unbeknownst to Rumble, the crocodile had been in this position many times before. He and Nasus had grown quite intimate at some point and the two of them spent a lot of time together. They both had explored each other quite thoroughly, maybe going so far as to call it lovingly. They had become masters of taking each other, but Renekton had never done it anyone else before, let alone someone as small and pathetic as a yordle. He hoped and prayed that Nasus would never find him in this compromising situation.

"Oh, fffffuck me," Rumble moaned, his hands taking the opportunity to explore the front of his body, "your mouth feels like velvet, dude." He found one set of fingers ending up curled around a fat nipple, giving a slight gasp as he tugged. His other hand ventured onto the crocodilian's leathery, green snout, rubbing over it slowly as if to tell him he's doing a good job.

Renekton was entirely in his element polishing the yordle's knob, even going so far as to take his plump balls in as well. The only issue arising was that he was getting too into it - he never realized it but at some point, he started humping his own boner against the ground, and once his hand slipped down there it was only a matter of time. He serviced both he and Rumble simultaneously. He thought was giving equal attention to both parties, but in actuality he was more absorbed in getting himself off. So much so that he ended up blowing before his opponent was even close, spraying crocodile seed all over the ground in a vulgar display of masculinity.

Rumble had been caught in a daze from just how skilled the croc was with his tongue that he found it rather jarring when he felt the movement stop completely. He had to blink a few times so bring himself back to reality, and when he looked around his foe was nowhere to be seen. All that remained of the reptile was the puddle of musky jizz in front of him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Rumble then reached for his earpiece, ready to chew out his temporary lover. "If I see your sorry ass in lane again, I'll turn your hide into a leather jockstrap."

"You haven't bested me yet. I'm still way ahead of you!" Renekton fired back through the device.

"Yeah, yeah, your chances of winning have dried up. Cry more." Rumble laughed to himself. He was about to head back to his mech and recall to base, but he remembered that his opponent's turret attacked him earlier. He walked over to it, tanking every single one of its shots, and then punched it as hard as he could. It crumbled immediately, impressing even him. "That goddamn lizard isn't gonna know what hit him."

***

"Really? They got another one?" Twitch complained aloud to no one in particular.

Indeed, the yordles received another buff, though neither of the ones in bot lane were anticipating it. They both had grown at about the same rate again, though they looked wildly different due to their disparate choices of attire. Veigar, while as jacked as the rest of his team, looked quite comfortable in his flowing, open robes. Ziggs, on the other hand, looked increasingly agitated as his wardrobe wasn't made for someone as big as he was now.

"Ugh, this is painful." No matter which way the tan-furred yordle moved, there wasn't any way he could get his clothes to cooperate and move with him. "Alright, forget this." Ziggs grabbed a hold of his collar and pulled, ripping his top right off before moving to his pants and doing the same. If it weren't for his goggles and helmet still fitting like a glove, he'd be completely naked.

"Ugh, lewd." Twitch shielded his eyes with a hand.

"Oh, come on. It's nothing you haven't seen before." Ziggs suggested, before pointing to Alistar. "Besides, your support practically wears nothing, and you haven't complained yet."

"Well," Twitch began to blush a crimson red, "It's not like wearing nothing completely. He still tries to be modest."

"Dude's packing under that loincloth." Ziggs smirked, enjoying how flustered he got the rat. "Shocked you haven't taken a peek yet."

This only got Twitch hotter under his collar. "I, erm..." He turned to his support to try and get him to say something, but the minotaur was enthralled with the conversation.

"I'm a little surprised you noticed." Alistar rubbed his hairy chin.

"Oh, we yordles love laning with against you bigger guys, especially when you tend not to where anything underneath." Ziggs giggled loudly. "Isn't that right, Veig?" He set the other yordle's cue up perfectly but heard nothing in return. "Veigar?"

"Uh, Ziggs?" Veigar whispered urgently. "I have a little problem."

"Alright, what seems to be the-" Ziggs gasped when he saw the tent rising from his partner's robe. "Ooh my god!" He dashed over to the black-furred yordle excitedly, dropping to his knees, and pulled back the fabric to reveal his enormous schlong. "Oh, don't mind if I do!"

"Ziggs, no!" Veigar admonished, but it was too late. His cock lurched forth and belched a shot of pre right at a minion, knocking it out entirely.

"Hey, wait!" Twitch protested. "You can't do that, that's illegal!"

"There's no rule for this!" Ziggs guffawed before rubbing his lane partner's meat once more. He felt the shaft fire rope after sticky rope of pre, taking down minions left and right. Ziggs loved the novelty of it all, but something else drew his attention away from that, something way more fun. "Veigar," he whispered to try and keep the conversation private, "I think you're getting bigger when you farm like that."

"What?!" Veigar murmured back. "Are you sure."

"Dude, your cock feels thicker in my grasp than it did two minutes ago." Ziggs nearly failed to contain his giggling. "You gotta farm like this form now own, we'll totally win from this."

"Ah!" Veigar felt a shudder rip up his spine. "Okay, if you think we'll win, then I'll do it."

"Are you two quite finished yet?" Twitch had his crossbow slung around his shoulder and his arms folded, looking rather annoyed.

Seeing the other two gave Ziggs a great idea, his face unsuccessfully hiding his cheeky grin. "Hey, why don't you two come over here and have a little fun?"

"WHAT?!" Twitch was absolutely flabbergasted at the proposition he was just given. He expected his support to be thinking the same way as him and was dumbstruck when he learned that he didn't. "You can seriously be considering that."

"I don't know," Alistar stretched his arms above his head, revealing his hairy pits to the world, "it has been a long time since either of us got any action."

"But with them? When they're like that?" Twitch sputtered. "You don't think this is strange at all? I just think we should-URK!" The rat was suddenly silenced when a thick, meaty bull hand grabbed him off the ground snoutfirst.

Alistar walked over to the beefy yordles, a salacious smile plastered across his face. He unceremoniously dumped Twitch at his feet. "So you two know what you're doing, I assume?"

"Oh don't you worry, we absolutely know what we're doing." Ziggs turned to look at Veigar, only to receive a hesitant stare in return. "Okay, I know what I'm doing, but I'm a good teacher! You just go ahead and lay back, get real comfortable." He turned to the other yordle once more, grabbing his hand in the process. "He's been pent up forever, so this will be super easy, I promise you." He gave a warm smile to his partner. "Just follow my lead." Veigar didn't say anything, only nodding in confirmation.

"Let's see if you two can handle all this." Alistar chortled, laying on his back, completely uninhibited by any of his clothing. His meat pole pointed towards the sky, hard as a diamond.

Ziggs nudged Veigar to get his attention. "Okay, you take his dick. It's the most sensitive part of his body, so you should have him blowing in no time."

"What about you, then?" There was a twinge of apprehension in Veigar's voice.

Ziggs only smiled wide. "Oh, I'm gonna have some fun."

The two yordles took their positions. Veigar, still rather reserved, parked himself in between the minotaur's legs and stared at the comparatively giant tool in front of him. With some hesitancy, he reached out his hand and touched the warm, throbbing flesh. He took a few deep breaths to steel his nerves before pulling his other hand over, as he needed both hands to fully grasp the thing. He slowly stroked up and down the shaft, unsure if he was doing this right or not.

Ziggs, however, knew exactly how he wanted to target this hulk. The first thing he did was dive right into one of Alistar's musky pits, digging his face in there like he hadn't eaten in months. He ran his tongue through the sweaty pit hair, tasting pure masculinity with every lick. After a few moments of that he moved onto the bull's muscular chest. He licked all around the tensed muscle before kissing up the minotaur's beefy trap, eliciting a content moo from its owner. He did notice that not everyone was enjoying themselves, so he positioned himself better in order to talk with the bull. "So, is your friend not gonna join us then?"

This got Alistar to groan in frustration. "Twitch, will you get your ass over here already?"

The rat looked on at the grotesque display unfolding in front of him, completely petrified. "Ummm, that's okay. You guys go on without me."

"That's an order!" Alistar bellowed, losing all his patience.

Twitch squeaked in response to the sudden outburst, whimpering out a 'Yes sir, sorry sir,' before moving closer to the other three. He was embarrassed to show the others, but he had actually been rock-hard this whole time.

"Wait, you like this?" Alistar was completely baffled. "So what the hell's your problem then?"

Twitch stammered a bunch of unrelated syllables in a row. Truth be told, he was a tad bit afraid of his opponents. He was fine when they were just a bunch of runts. In fact, he was more than fine as if they got uppity, he could just punt them down the lane. Now that they nearly caught up in height and far surpassed him in size, he felt incredibly small, and the problem would only compound with each dragon their team got. What the hell was his jungler doing?!

"Alright, relax. We're gonna take good care of you." Ziggs grabbed a hold of the rat's already pre-slicked cock with one hand while Alistar rubbed the rodent's back with his.

Twitch slowly calmed down when he felt the euphoria wash over him, though he'd snap out of it soon when the hand around his prick suddenly grabbed hold of it with all it's might. He looked over and saw that his lane partner had snuck a thick finger up the rear of the tan-furred yordle, the littler bastard mewling at the intrusion. "Can you ease up on my dick a little?"

Veigar, meanwhile, had chilled out enough to build up a steady rhythm. He'd gotten used to the veiny contours of the cock in his grasp, even feeling brave enough to give the tip a soft lick. His tongue wicked away a dollop of pre that formed, only to be instantly replaced with more. He then ventured further and ran his tongue up and down the shaft, moving his hands to the base instead. He slid one down even more until he cupped one of the minotaur's prodigious balls, giving it a light squeeze. That got the bull to cry out for more, which Veigar was happy to give.

Ziggs grit his teeth as the finger split him open. It was minimally lubed, spit-soaked at best. He grunted as he arched his back, bracing him even more. It might be taking attention away from the rat, but he needed to make sure that he could even take the whole finger as it fucked him. He did notice when the insertion slowed down, hearing the gasping breaths coming from the cow. By the way he was half-lidded, he looked close to release. Then he heard the bull moo at the top of his lungs and felt a warm coating of minotaur batter cover his back. Alistar came until he could no longer, after which he passed out cold. Ziggs fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud when the bull disappeared.

"So, I did good?" Veigar asked sheepishly, his facial fur a little messy from rubbing against the minotaur's thick phallus.

"Real good, dude!" Ziggs beamed at his partner. "But you haven't been touched yet. I think I'm gonna fix that." He twisted himself around until his face was level with the tip of the black-furred yordle's cock and opened his mouth, allowing the entire thing to enter. Veigar drew in breath very sharply at the ease in which Ziggs clamped down all the way to the base of his prick. He wasn't lying when he said he knew what he was doing.

Twitch, on the other hand, was starting to feel a tad left out. Not wanting to be ignored any longer, he positioned himself until he was staring at the gaping hole of the tan-furred yordle. Feeling a bit mischievous, he slicked his dick with the pre that was drooling from his cock, then pushed against the ring of muscle that was Ziggs' pucker, evoking a moan of pleasure from the now spit-roasted yordle.

Veigar bit his lower lip, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He was absolutely loving this, and also a little upset that he didn't do this more often. Ziggs was an experienced cocksucker, so much so that he felt like he was almost ready to blow. He'd make sure to ask his partner for some more fun once the match was over.

Ziggs felt nothing but bliss getting pounded from both ends. He was pretty versatile when it came to these things - he was usually the one stuffing his member into someone else, but sometimes he'd be the one receiving. The double stimulation, however, was pushing him over the edge faster than if he was just with one person. This was going to end quickly.

Veigar then cried out, feeling his balls pull up and then empty themselves at a rapid pace. This caused a chain reaction in Ziggs, who couldn't really vocalize his release since he had a cock muffling every noise he made. He did, nonetheless, rut into the ground to the point where his cock created a hole that was now catching all the yordle cum being produced by his testosterone factories. The two of them then both lost consciousness as soon as they were spent, disappearing just as fast as they blacked out.

All that was left was Twitch. The rat was barely holding on at the rate he was pounding into that sweet yordle ass but felt pretty blue balled after not getting to finish up. "Lousy, good for nothing..." He didn't get a chance to finish his cursing as the floodgates finally opened, letting the rat finally get the orgasm he was after. The foul rodent jizz pooled onto the ground as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He knew this would make him wake up back in base, but it was worth it.

Shut Down!

"HA!" Kled landed the final swing that he needed in order to take down this team's third dragon. He loved how it got easier every time, and he especially loved the reward it gave him. He tugged at his erect cock, feeling how it leaked pre at a tremendous rate. His heart was racing with anticipation, time for the growth!

He shuddered slightly as the warmth spread throughout him again, pumping away at his dick like there was no tomorrow. He exhaled through gritted teeth as he felt his world shrinking around him. Had he only gotten the three dragon buffs he'd be basically 5' at this point, but at one point he upgraded that axe thingy into another weird axe thingy. He thought it looked cool, but it made him fight better the healthier he was. That led to him purchasing more healthy items, which he learned made him bigger. He not only got taller, but also grew far more muscular than he initially thought possibly. It became an addiction for him, trying to see how big he could push himself and then to try and top that after.

While he craved the size, it did have a small drawback. The larger his muscles got, the more cumbersome it got to move around, but he didn't care. He loved every minute of it and didn't want it to end.

"Ahhhhh!" He cried out in passion as he geysered cum against the wall of the dragon pit. His enormously plump balls ensured that he'd have quite a lot to give whenever the need arose. He was basically thrusting into his hand by the time the last few ropes poured out, feeling like he was ready to go to sleep, but at the same time feeling more alive than ever. He wasn't about to let an orgasm stop him - no, not anymore.

Kled collected himself and set his new plan into motion. He'd been the victim of that damn cat for so long that he'd become fed up and wanted to turn the tables. He ambled his way into the enemy's nearby jungle to see what he could take for himself. That is, until he heard a rustling nearby. His heart was beating a mile a minute - he'd finally have his revenge on that bastard!

Rengar stalked through the bushes, his favourite spot to be in. He cursed himself for falling behind on his dragon taking, but how could he do anything when his team doesn't come help him? Plus it kept getting slain so quickly that he didn't have a chance to take it for himself.

Kled then jumped out and nearly startled the Kiilash warrior half to death. At first Rengar was scared from the sudden, loud noise that seemingly came from nowhere, but now he's even more terrified at the fact that the opponent he'd be competing against now stood eye level with him but was easily three to four times as large as he was. He was a total muscle monster, an absolute paragon of yordle masculinity, and he was standing right in front of him with the largest, most erect dick the cat had ever seen in his life.

"Hey," Kled evilly grinned, "betcha didn't expect ta see me in yer side of the jungle." Even his breathing was imposing - his behemothian chest rose with every inhale and fell with every exhale, each pec probably weighing as much as his opponent did. "You've taken a lot from me, but now I think it's time I paid ya back fer that." He flexed his pelvic muscles and his cock belched forth a dob of pre, more than the Kiilash chieftain could make in one session.

Rengar was certain that this encounter might kill him without him coming back after, but he'd never been known to back down from a fight. That said, if there was one time he should say no, it's when faced with a mammothian yordle with a lust for revenge. "I... think there's more than enough around here for us to share."

"Naw," Kled's expression just turned sour, "no more sharing, I've had my fill fer a lifetime." He stepped closer to the cat warrior, who couldn't step back because he'd been backed into a wall. "Ya bullied me earlier and I think it's high time fer a little payback!" He reached out and grabbed Rengar by the shoulder, pulling him close until their noses were touching. Surprisingly, Kled actually went in for a tender kiss on the lips for a few moments before breaking it off. "Aw, yeah, ya got the heart of a fighter, but the kiss of a lover." He chuckled to himself. "And I'm gonna love breaking you in."

Rengar's eyes went wide as saucers, knowing exactly what the crazy yordle wanted. He looked for any out that he could, but he found nothing that worked. His hunting prowess gave him the ability to turn invisible, but that was useless when someone was right beside him, like there is now. He gulped and shut his eyes, knowing full well that he was trapped.

"Let's get ya warmed up." Kled shoved the Kiilash to the ground, flipping him over so that his ass was presented to the white-furred yordle. He then bent down, needing to drop to his knees due to the muscle mass prohibiting movement. He pushed forward and pressed his tongue against Rengar's winking tailhole, gently lubricating the dainty pucker with saliva. When he was confident he did a good job, Kled straightened himself up and greased his rod with the copious amounts of pre drooling from the head of his cock. He chuckled under his breath as he smeared the pre all over the cleft between his quarry's asscheeks before thrusting into the cat, not giving him a chance to breath before that fat cock stretched him out.

Rengar wailed in surprise as he took what felt like someone's leg in his rectal cavity. He was sure it was going to stop at some point, but somehow it still kept going. Eventually, he sensed the yordle's bristly pubic hair contact his rear, but that only meant that things were going to get harder from here.

"Yeah, yer taking my yordlemeat like a good slut." Kled gripped the hunter's braids with one hand to force as much of himself into the beast underneath him. "Ya like my cock, don't ya?"

Rengar stammered as the titanic length began to piston in and out of his hole, not as gently as he'd hoped. "W-What... what if someone stumbles upon us?"

Kled just smirks in response. "Depends on who it is." He sneered at the cat. "I'll either let them take yer other end, or I'll take them next." He then pumped his cock into the warrior's aching hole faster and faster, his prodigious balls slamming against the Kiilash's inevitably bruised legs. He wasn't about to show mercy to the asshole who made his life hell. At least, just this first time. Maybe if they met again, then he'd go easier on him and let him have some fun too, but right now was all about putting his foe in his place.

Rengar had been clamped down on that dick the whole time, but it wasn't because he wanted to. The damn thing stretched him further than any other person had ever done before, even more than he'd done to other people. At this point, it was all about persevering and not letting himself get broken. "I'll get you for this... next time." He growled out, intending it to be intimidating, but coming off as mostly desperate.

Kled didn't care for what the hunter had to say, merely focusing on emptying his balls as fast as he could. He humped over and over again, feeling the need in him rise until it hit a breaking point. He braced himself against the cat's body and screamed, unleashing a torrent of jizz into his quarry that just positively flooded his bowels.

Rengar lost it, shooting out his comparatively pitiful load. It was the hardest he'd ever cum, but it paled in comparison to the ocean of seed currently plugged inside him. His orgasm basically brought him to the point of exhaustion, but the sheer volume of yordlebatter pushing against his insides sent him over the edge.

Kled had to blink a few times to regain his bearings after shooting off like a firehose, completely caught off guard when his temporary mate was nowhere to be seen. "Dang, I think I had my eyes shut at the end there." A thought popped into his head, however - all of the camps around him were now his! He could take everything, and no one could stop him. He did pause when he remembered that he was alone again. "Damn, I wish Skaarl was here ta see this."

***

"Alright," Twitch expressionlessly sighed, "this is some bullshit." He glanced quickly over to his lane partner. "No offense."

Alistar didn't look back at the rat. "None taken." The minotaur kept his gaze locked straight down the lane, unsure of how the sight in front of him evolved to the point it was at now.

Ziggs had overtaken his rodent opponent in both height and size, the yordle now competing against Alistar in terms of proportionality. He had completely ditched his headgear before making his way back to the lane, leaving him one hundred percent in his birthday suit, much to the tan-furred yordle's delight. He was an overmuscled specimen of a man, and yet Veigar still had him beat.

The sorcerer yordle had grown exponentially since receiving his third buff, not just from defeating the dragons, but also from the stacks he passively accumulated from farming and fighting. If Ziggs could be compared to Alistar, then Veigar would proportionally be more than double that due to being as tall as the bull. His frame had to widen to accommodate the almost literal ton of muscle that was packed onto his body. His wizard's hat still fit his head no problem, but his robe was looking like a tiny, decorative cape, clearly not meant for a man his size.

Ziggs slavishly worshipped the black-furred yordle's cock, which pumped out shot after shot of jizz right onto the minions. Each one that got knocked out made Veigar bigger, which in turn made each subsequent load stronger. The pair were a truly formidable force that their opponents were less than inclined to deal with.

"Well, I'm out." Twitch slung his crossbow over his shoulder. "They can be someone else's problem now." He stated before turning around and walking away from the lane.

"Hey, where are you going?" Alistar called after him.

"Gonna go putter around the jungle and maybe take some camps." Twitch dejectedly sighed. "I might as well since I have no clue where our jungler is."

"Well, wait for me!" The bull charged after the rat, leaving the lane unattended.

"I think our foes have had enough." Veigar grunted, his prick flexing out another glob of yordlebatter. "I think it'd be best if we pushed our advantage now."

"Yeah, now we can really take over." Ziggs smirked. It was just then that he got a brilliant idea that would absolutely tilt the match into the yordle team's favour. "Dude," he excitedly tapped on the other yordle's gigantic bicep with both hands, "you should totally sell all your items and just build like a tank!"

This got Veigar to cock his head in confusion. "Wouldn't that be lowering my damage output? I should be the one carrying, no?"

"Listen to me," Ziggs tenderly caressed his partner's beefy arm, "you've been getting stronger and stronger over the course of this match, your fighting prowess is not gonna suffer much. The trade off is that you'll be much harder to take down. You'll be unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable?" Veigar mused, a wry grin forming on his face. "I do like the sound of that... Okay, I'll do it."

"Awesome!" Ziggs cheered, jumping up and giving the other yordle a quick peck on the cheek. "So you go do that and I'll meet up with you later."

"You aren't coming with me?" Veigar was slightly taken aback.

"I would, but there's something I wanna take care of first." Ziggs set his sights up the river.

***

Renekton and Rumble had agreed to fight mano a mano, hands clasped against the other's in a feat of strength to show once and for all who the lane belonged to. Despite the crocodilian still having a massive height advantage due to being an Ascended God-Warrior of Shurima, the yordle matched him in strength, making the scuffle more even than either of them thought.

"Give up, you can't win!" Renekton snarled.

"That's funny," Rumble grunted, "I was thinking the same thing."

The two of them pushed harder after every traded quip, both exerting equivalent force on each other. Their focus was squarely on their altercation, so they both missed the sound of an explosion coming from the nearby river brush.

"Incoming!" Screamed Ziggs as he launched himself at the croc, knocking him down as the yordle collided with his leathery torso.

"Wait, Ziggs?" Rumble jumped as his concentration was interrupted. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to help." Ziggs nodded. "Now come on, finish him off!"

"Uh, well, I was kinda trying to see if I could do it on my own." Rumble rubbed the back of his bull-like neck.

Renekton rolled his eyes indignantly. "The moment's already ruined, so just get this over with."

"So you didn't actually want my help then?" Ziggs cocked a brow, stepping off of the crocodile.

"Yeah, this was kinda sort of a 'pride' thing between us." Rumble tried to explain to the other yordle. "See, we've been fighting this whole time, and-"

"Oh my god, just shut up and fuck me!" Renekton bellowed at the blue-furred yordle.

Rumble was completely caught off guard by the directness of the command, even twisting his body to cower a bit. "Um," he found himself a tad speechless, "uh, yeah, sure."

Renekton was furious, he didn't think what happened was fair, but like he said, the moment was ruined. He braced himself on his back, hands dug into the ground in preparation. His cock chubbed up to full mass, already drooling rivulets of pre down the length of his shaft. He shuddered as the interior of his thighs were caressed by the delicate touch of the yordle.

Despite being half his height, Rumble was still confident he could dick the croc good. His rod was already slathered in copious amounts of pre, which he then applied onto the reptile's tailhole as if he were an artist painting onto a leathery, green canvas. Once he was satisfied that he'd done a good job he slowly pushed the tip in, eliciting a moan from the warrior. He found that the plush interior of the anal cavity perfectly accommodated his tool, able to go balls deep with minimal effort.

Renekton thought back to the many times he'd taken his older brother, how big he was. The yordle didn't compare to him when the jackal was fully powered up, but he felt almost the same as Nasus' regular size. All these thoughts of his brother were spurring him on. He gripped his fat cock and pumped away at it, not caring that someone was fucking his ass. The faster he got off here, the faster he could get intimate with the canine. That became his number one priority.

The sound of the crocodilian's increasingly intense moaning alerted Rumble to the reptile's plan. "No, not again!" He shrieked as Renekton showered himself in his creamy goo. The croc chuckled as he blacked out, disappearing before the yordle's very eyes. "God damnit, come on!" He flexed his body in frustration, pencil-thick veins snaked down his immense musculature. Smacking sounds then filled the air with Rumble looking for the source, eventually meeting his gaze with Ziggs', who was busy masturbating to the event unfolding in front of him.

"We're you just doing that the whole time?" The sight of the other yordle made Rumble's cock jump.

"Yeah, it was hot." Ziggs continued, maintaining eye contact with the blue-furred yordle. He then slowed down to a stop and sighed. "Do you need some help with that?"

"Oh, you're offering?"

"I am the support, that's what I'm supposed to do." Ziggs shrugged his boulder shoulders.

Rumble rubbed his chin in thought. "You know, you could probably buy some more health and start taking guys on your own."

"With what income?" Ziggs stuck his tongue out at the other yordle.

"Right." Rumble clicked his tongue, admonishing himself for forgetting.

"Yeah, I've basically bought everything I can at this point. Everything else is on you guys now." Ziggs stared at the tip of Rumble's achingly erect penis. "Come on, let's get you taken care of." He flipped himself onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to the other yordle.

Rumble smirked at the view of Ziggs perfectly shaped rear, dimpled from the all the muscle that was there. He walked up to him with his cock in his hand shoved it between those cheeks, getting a short giggle from the bomb yordle. He was rather surprised when his dick slipped in with ease, figuring that the other yordle had been busy recently.

"Oooh yeah..." Ziggs melted from the sensation of getting stuffed, his arms buckling, sending his face hurtling towards the ground. "Keep it going, stud."

Rumble bent over to get a better handle on Ziggs' body, grabbing a hold of his wing-like lats for stability. "Well don't get too excited, I got most of the way there in the croc." Faster and faster he pistoned into that perfect ass, it somehow feeling tight and loose simultaneously.

Ziggs couldn't help but giggle at the situation he was in. The two of them often made love when they weren't called to fight, but this might just be the best it'd been yet. He did have a deep attraction to the blue-furred yordle, something that actually got reciprocated, much to his delight. They'd spend many nights together just doing whatever, but it always ended with the two of them under the sheets. Now, however, he'd be thinking of this moment whenever they get together again. Maybe he'd have to ask Heimerdinger to see if he could whip something up. Of course, Ziggs would get him in on the action too.

"Ah fuck, I'm close." Rumble hissed. Crotch met ass as he pounded away at the tan-furred yordle's pert rear, balls rhythmically slapping together. It was just then he felt that tickle in his taint, the signal that it was all coming to an end. Half-lidded, he howled, pumping out multiple buckets worth of yordlebatter into his lover. As much as he wanted to keep Ziggs plugged up, he produced too much for the other yordle's body to handle and it pushed itself back out, pooling on the ground beneath them. Eventually the flow petered out and he collapsed on the yordle beneath him, the two of them now on the ground.

"That was great." Ziggs had reversed his position so that he faced Rumble and planted a deep, passionate kiss onto his lips. They smooched for entire minutes as their tongues danced with one another, the flames of desire igniting their souls. When Ziggs finally broke the embrace off, Rumble found that he was now underneath him, with the tan-furred wearing a wide smile on his face. "My turn now."

***

Nasus found himself in a Zen-like trance as he conquered minion after minion, increasing his power with every takedown. His confidence grew in tandem, feeling like he was ready to contend with the entire enemy team at once and come out the victor. It was only when he looked up that he realized how slim of a margin he'd have at doing that.

The yordle's team had gotten the fourth, and final, elemental dragon, capturing the soul. The individual dragon buff added a bunch of size on it's own, but the soul really elevated the powerful magical spell that his opponent got to experience. The cream-furred yordle stood at chest height to the canine warrior, but more than made up for it elsewhere. He was an absolute titan, nearly three times as wide and thick in dense musculature, but with the same old adorably cute face he's had this whole time. "Well, I certainly cannot say that that buff does not become you."

"Thank you!" Teemo warmly smiled at his foe. "I'd have to say, I'm really enjoying this."

It was only when Nasus kept his eyes on the yordle did he begin to sense something strange well up inside him. He'd never felt this way before for someone else, only his brother. "This might be rather forward of me, but I believe you are one attractive specimen right now." It was obvious he possessed little experience in this regard.

That gave Teemo pause, it wasn't often people came onto him. "Oh?"

"Yes..." Nasus bit his lip, doing his best to think of the right words to be using. "Your appearance makes me feel rather-"

Teemo smirked, clearly enjoying seeing the always stoic jackal falter in his words. "What, horny?"

Nasus' face glowed a rosy pink. He grew hot under the collar discussing such a personal matter. "Um... that is not exactly how I would describe the sensation flowing through my body..." he gulped from nervousness, "but yes, I am feeling incredibly aroused."

Teemo nodded. "Yeah, I can tell you're excited."

Nasus' nostrils flared at the admission. "You... you can?"

"Look down, big guy." Teemo pointed toward his opponent's waist.

Nasus followed the gesture until he saw the tent formed under the fabric he was wearing. "I see. Well, I apologize for the crass display that I am inadvertently putting on."

Teemo dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. "Ah, don't worry about it. I've seen your junk loads of times under there."

"I beg your pardon?" Nasus asked, his tone more forward this time. "You mean to tell me that you have been able to see beneath my garments this whole time?"

Teemo shrugged his mighty shoulders. "Well, I mean it's not like you've ever worn any underwear. No boxers, no speedo, no nothing."

Nasus took a moment to fully process the statement he'd just heard. "I did not realize that you had taken the time to examine my nether regions..." The fluttering he felt in his heart only emboldened the rest of his body to act accordingly. "Then if you permit me, I wish to partake in carnal pleasure with you, if you so choose."

Teemo was astonished at the brash proposition the canine was offering him. "Y-You actually want to? With me?"

"I do." Nasus nodded. "I believe it would be very pleasurable for the both of us if I were the one to take you. But-"

"Oh, uh, yeah, I can do that. So I guess just lay on your back and-"

"But," Nasus punctuated his point with a much stronger inflection, "I must ask you to be almost ready to orgasm. I believe I have something that you would most certainly enjoy, but it does not last long. Can I ask that of you?"

Teemo thought that sounded incredibly odd, but ultimately nodded along. Having lost every shred of clothes ages ago, he didn't have to worry about stripping in front of the other fighter, also because he'd been nude for some time now. He gulped, still thinking that it was a bizarre request, but also wanted it at the same time. He grabbed a hold of his monstrous cock and watched as the giant log of yordlemeat sprung to life from the touch, gaining some veins along the way. Short, staccato breaths exhibited the agitation Teemo experienced as the warrior watched him intently, but the stimulation coming from his hand bobbing down his cock felt euphoric, nonetheless.

"Good, very good..." Nasus shuddered, finding out that his hand had traveled down to his own shaft of its own accord. He would have stopped himself, but he reasoned that his release was inevitable anyway, so it made no sense to stop it.

Teemo grunted, gritting his teeth as he practically fucked his hand. This is the horniest he'd ever felt, and his body grew more and more determined to make himself blow. It was when he felt the pressure build up inside him that he remembered his instructions and had to will himself to stop short, giving him the biggest case of blue balls he wagered ever happened. "God, fuck... okay, I'm ready." He panted weakly.

"Very well." Nasus closed his eyes and then growled, growing larger than he was before in an instant, making Teemo reach two-thirds of his new height. "This is my surprise." Nasus laid back on the cool ground, covering a large portion of the lane. "Perhaps in another time it is I who shall be in your position, and you in mine."

Teemo feebly smiled, still feeling the effects of being so pent up. "That'd be fun, I'd like that." He dropped to his knees like gravity took hold on them and lined his diamond-hard member up with the warrior's ring of muscle. He skipped the pleasantries of making sure his partner was ready and just shoved himself in, startling Nasus in the process. He jackhammered in and out, his prodigious testosterone factories slamming against his opponent's ass. This was the neediest he'd ever been, but he knew it was almost over. A few more thrusts into the canine's plush rear made his balls pull up and his cum geyser into the cavity, painting the insides of the jackal.

This caused Nasus to let loose his own flood, coating himself and the land around his sculpted torso. He moaned hard as the pressure from the copious loads built up inside him. "Thank you for this." He managed to express before blacking out from the sheer amount of pleasure he had just endured.

Teemo had to take several minutes after Nasus disappeared to recover from the largest orgasm he'd ever shot out. Standing up once he got his bearings, he looked around at the state of the lane and nodded. "Okay, now I can finally take down that tower."

***

Rumble noticed how strangely quiet it had gotten lately. He had grown too large to ride around in his mech and had to walk around everywhere by foot. He thought that'd make him an easy target, but nobody tried attacking him at all. Where was everyone?

He got an answer as soon as he asked that question.

"CHAAAAARGE!" A blur of fur and muscle shot past the blue-furred yordle, knocking him on his ass before he could comprehend what just hit him. All he saw was the giant mass smash into his enemy's inner turret, completely demolishing it. He picked himself up and ran over, hoping to figure out what just happened.

"Ha HA!" Kled cheered, pushing himself to his feet. "I ain't never felt so alive!"

"Holy shit!" Rumble exclaimed as he ran over. "Wait Ziggs? What are you doing here?"

"Oof." Ziggs grunted as he slid down the nearby wall headfirst. "Not sure if I wanna do that again."

"What the hell happened?" Rumble couldn't piece the puzzle together himself.

Ziggs picked himself up off the ground and righted himself. "Well, Kled had asked if I wanted to see something cool. Next thing I knew, I was rolling around at the speed of sound with him on top of me. All of a sudden I found myself here."

"Are you hurt?" Rumble asked with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Ziggs smiled at the genuine affection he got from the blue-furred yordle. "Nah, I'm good." He gave him a quick peck on the cheek for reassurance.

Kled cocked a brow at Rumble "Why the hell ain't ya on yer robot thingy?"

"I outgrew it a while back." Rumble retorted. "I can ask the same thing about why you're not mounted."

Kled shrugged. "Skaarl ran off ages ago. I've been hoofing it ever since."

The three beefcakes then heard the sound of trees cracking nearby. They all wondered what could possibly be making those sounds until they saw the friendly visage of Teemo. "Hey guys."

"Holy fuck." Rumble laughed when he saw the cream-furred yordle's imposing figure, imagining he must weight several tons from being that bulky. "Haven't seen you all game."

"Yeah, I've kinda been in my own little world in lane." He peacefully sighed. "I accidentally stepped on their inhibitor on my way over here. Should we be focusing on those now?"

Kled nodded. "Yeah, we probably oughta end things now. I got a thing I gotta get ta tonight."

Rumble scrunched up his face in genuine surprise. "Since when do you ever have plans?"

"I ain't gotta dignify myself with a response ta that." Kled rebutted with a deadpan, trying to cross his arms over his chest but couldn't because of the sheer amount of bulk in the way. He placed his hands on his hips instead.

"Say, aren't we missing someone?" Teemo looked around.

Ziggs gasped. "Oh, gimme a sec!"

***

"Well, that was certainly fun." Nasus leaned against the fountain, feeling the cool water trickle over his warm flesh.

Rengar dropped his gaze toward the platform his team was standing on. "That's... not the word I'd use to describe this."

Renekton huffed "Agreed... Maybe luck will be on our side in our next match and we'll be the ones to end up with that buff."

Nasus smirked at his crocodilian sibling. "Indeed, brother. It would certainly make it more pleasurable to penetrate your quivering-"

"Thank you, brother," Renekton went beet red from the implication of Nasus' words. "I understand what you're trying to say."

Alistar looked at the pair in shock. "Wait, you guys actually do that? I thought those were just rumours."

Twitch crossed his arms, looking royally pissed. "I'm reporting you all."

The five of them watched from the safety of their fountain as the enemy team steamrolled into their base. Teemo seemed to lead the way, an absolute titan of muscle and virility. Behind him was Rumble, Kled, and Ziggs, who couldn't quite catch up to the scout due to only having access to healthy items, but still could bully their opponents with ease. But bringing up the rear was Veigar, who took Ziggs' advice to heart and built enough tank items to dwarf Kled, but also stacked far harder than Teemo and ended up being easily the biggest thing these lands had ever seen. One might think Nasus and Renekton might rival his size when they used their magic, but they'd be sorely mistaken as they wouldn't even reach his gigantic pecs.

"So what are the chances of this happening again?" Teemo inquired.

"Probably slim to none." Rumble replied.

Kled casually destroyed both Nexus turrets with a single punch. "Well, I'll be ready. I'll take all the dragons. I'll take everything!" He wound up his fist for the final blow but felt the first opposition he'd gotten all match when Teemo grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in place.

"Wait a second, Veig hasn't had a chance to participate much." Teemo pointed to the black-furred yordle with his head while Kled grumbled under his breath.

"Oh, yes, let me!" Veigar felt the excitement rush through him at the prospect of being the one to finish the match. "Ziggs, I'd like to give you the honours of priming the cannon."

Ziggs giggled like a madman as he hopped aboard the sorcerer's behemothian shaft. "Yes sir!" It took him using his entire body to stimulate all that cockflesh, but eventually he was rewarded with movement he was looking for. Veigar's moan boomed across the field as he angled his dick directly at the Nexus, annihilating it with a seemingly never-ending geyser of yordlebatter.

Victory!